At 07:36 the Old Man had to draw the curtains before we could start on his medication.
I told him to open the deep box.
“There’s nothing in that.” — but he was referring to an empty package of dispersible aspirin. He found the dispersible aspirin, dissolved it, stirred twice, and drank it.
We moved on to lansoprazole.
“There’s nothing in it.”
I told the Old Man to look for loose bubble-packs of lansoprazole. He found one, but said there was only one capsule in it. When I told him to swallow that one with water, he replied:
“There’s no more, though.”
He swallowed the capsule, I told him to repack the deep box, and I signed off at 07:55.
At 08:02, I phoned again, and told the Old Man to open up the sandwich-box.
He found the Normulen package, and swallowed a half tablet of gliclazide — but the word “swallow” was hard for him to make out.
He had the same trouble with the same word when we moved on to the bendroflumethiazide.
The Old Man found the amlodipine; I heard him stirring the contents of the cup, and reminded him that the amlodipine wasn’t for dissolving.
He found the ferrous sulphate, and swallowed a tablet.
I heard him searching for the levothyroxine, but he didn’t find it. We moved on to co-codamol.
“Cárdabol.” He offered lansoprazole — I told him to put the deep box away — and then ferrous sulphate. Then he found the co-codamol.
“Two of those?” — he was asking for confirmation of what I’d said a minute earlier.
“Don’t put them in the cup?” — ditto, but now he was asking for confirmation of what I’d said a few seconds earlier, not one minute earlier.
I told him to eat some of the grapes. Had he finished them? He said not:
“They’re still on the table.”
I signed off at 08:25.
When I phoned the Old Man at 20:14, this was our second contact of the evening. I said to him that it was time for his tablets.
“What do you mean, ‘travelling’?”
When I asked him to find the blue-top and red-top:
He found and swallowed a cod-liver-oil capsule and a multivitamin.
For simvastatin, he offered lansoprazole.
“Simlamsatin.” He found the simvastatin, and asked:
“How many?” — “One,” I replied.
There was a lot of noise in the background. It turned out that he’d not yet swallowed the brown simvastatin, and also had some yellow tablet in front of him. I told him: “Swallow the brown tablet and nothing else.” He did so.
Then he found and swallowed the co-codamol.
Our phone-call ended at 20:33.
[Original posting 12 July 2011]